noticing that I have four Pez dispensers on my desk but no Pez. Empty Pez dispensers..how sad for them. Complete uselessness. There must be a way to convert them into something. Perhaps I will rip their little heads off and make a mini-totem pole. Stormtrooper on the bottom, then Goofy, then Spiderman and as the prizm in the lighthouse...Santa. Ah yes! And then it will be glued to the top of my monitor and spoken to in borrowed French thus making my desk a sacred shrine to Atrabilious.
Or maybe I'll drink this Billy Beer thats been traveling with me since the Carter administration and has the value, strangly enough, of a bag of peanuts.


Bored, boring, tired, pasturized.

I'm throwing frogs at Mark Thomas. Sheesh!

applying for IT positions in switzerland, england, thailand, the netherlands, and saudi arabia.

m. has the right idea.

keep running.

Up even earlier than I get up to go to the wretched job. Heading to New Mexico. Let's hope I have fahrvergnugen on my way to the satellite parking and not the red light of death, because I will just abandon the bus' hippie looking ass on the side of the road, man.

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drinking pink lemonade.

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wishing that she had something more exciting to do.

Waiting for Norton to finish repairing a deathly ill server, listening to the people in the cube next to me talk about some ol crap, sipping root beer, and wishing there was enough light on Mark's office cam to see his smilin' mug.

mm. rootbeer.

bookin my trip to vegas, strip joints, dice throwin and excessive free drinkin wahooooooo!!!

wanting my child to feel better so that i may leave the house for just a moment. i am a prisoner of my own castle. she goes to the doctor today at two- hope they can tell me what is wrong and how to make it go away. it's sunny out, i see. my house smells really bad.

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Waiting for the kids to get back from swim lessons so the youngest and I can go into town for the big two week grocery shopping trip.

We have grocery stores, but the prices are high. So every two weeks we drive an hour into Lewiston to go major grocery shopping. Costco, Albertson's, need to get shooting supplies for hubby, maybe visit a plant shop.

preparing for a booty call tomorrow night.

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Painting a picture of Bob Wills looking crazed. I just finished a painting of Korla Pandit looking crazed and next I will paint a duck looking crazed. Outsider Art is harder work than it looks, especially since paint fumes make me feel like I'm tripping on Monosodium Glutamate and Weed Killer.

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hurt.

weed killer.

what a brutal thought.

I should be cleaning our bedroom, and doing a facemask and that girly saturday afternoon rainy stuff you do before a night out on the booze. But its so cold, and the computer room (with its three computers) is so warm.

I think I'll stay here for a while longer.

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Hoping Chole feels better.

And deabting which of JSH's masterpieces to bid on.

freezing his big white ass off and bowing to the god of freon for our newly installed air conditioning unit -- JUST in time for the 100+ degree weekend.

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just finished installing 8000BTU's of Freon Love, baby.

there are a bunch of puerto rican mamis down at The Wiz hitting on guys buying air conditioners. i guess that's one way to keep cool.
i'm far too hungover, hungry, and heat-stricken to bother with any of that shit. i just want as much freon love pumped into the crib as mechanically possible.
and it would be nice if i could get that rank smell of stale beer out of my apartment,too.

guess it's time to mop the floor again...

anyway, the floor can wait.
i am here to testify.

There Is A God.
and his name is FREON.

bow down.

so happy for Swine. you'll never guess, much less understand, what i am doing today.

Fretting over mulch. Local supplier of mulch by the truckload went out of business, and I can't afford to buy it by the bag. Compost isn't ready, hasn't cooked long enough. Straw...hmm. Hubby just said to run a bale of straw through my chipper/shredder! Perfect. It'll make it small enough to look good.

I want orange juice. My head hurts. My eyes want to close and I want to place my head gently on the computer and sleep.


$140.00 bar tabs rock....

until the next day.

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spilling beer all over myself. drenching beer all over sorabji headquarters. I KILL YOU! I KILL YOU! fucking bastard keeps taking pictures of KILL! KILL! KILL! i gonna get AYATOLI KHOMENI ON YO ASS!!
STOP THE PAIN!!!!
that's it.
i'm dropping the dime.
mark is an elvis-loving asshole. an even lower life-form than your everyday vanilla asshole.

god dammit.

fuck elvis, john wayne, ronald reagan, AND charlton heston.

"this is a good song... no, really, wait... yeah... check it out... THE MAN IS A GOD!"

yeah, right.

elvis sucks.

mark, i had no idea. now i love you even more. elvis. yessss.

swine, i broke bill muncie's nose and i can kick your ass. chuck spells it muncie, bill spells it munsey; we were at Reuben's in the parking lot.

OK, I'm more than just a little clueless here. Where's the Elvis reference? I looked at the big picture - sweaters, cans, fence, no Elvis. What I really hate is that it is probably something obvious. Everbody tell me just how clueless I am.

It's raining. It can't rain tonight. We're going to a friend's for a BBQ, then to the city park for a fireworks show.

bumming because he won't get to see fireworks this year!

Wondering why everyone here tries to write like Mark Thomas and not themselves.

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blah blah blah, la dee da, rat-a-tat tat

dreading the 4th of July fireworks tonight..wandering around on a dark golf course amid hordes of tourists, just WAITING for someone to step on my broken toe - not my idea of fun!

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liking the new playground

crying... at work.. I must be the most dumbass person. I've decided to end it with him and move back with good old mum.

I'm scared.

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it's all about peripheral vision.
like when i saw whatever it was out of the corner of my eye that summer, that thing that peaked out at me from behind the bushes and then quickly receded back, leaving only the red and blue trail that i see in my memory.
back then it was the silver volkswagen in the driveway, the african american studies house across the street, meghan in the yard behind the bushes next to mine. she never liked the fried plantain chips my mom made. never saw her grow up. she got hit by the truck on the highway by the stadium. her mother died from the stomach cancer that ate away her insides, and her father eventually moved away to coach at susquehanna. he had a massive coronary and passed away shortly after his wife.
i always remember standing at the top of the driveway and seeing that strange flash by the bushes at times like these.
i could have only been seven or eight, but it's one of the few memories of my childhood that i remember vividly. a bee in the grass, then a flash by the bush, then standing and staring at the spot until my mother came out and announced that the curry was finished and lunch was being served.
meghan kept swinging back and forth and singing her song, my mom stood on the porch, looking towards me, and i just kept staring at the spot by the bushes.
whatever it was never came back.
but i still remember every vivid detail.
and everytime someone i know dies the memory comes back, for whatever reason.

choking on tonsillitis again dammit. calls for an early hometime.
life in blighty still upended. it's still about the waiting.

giving MoonUnit a big ole hug.

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yesterday i detailed the new old Volvo. today i can hardly move. the guy i bought it from weighs about 500 pounds. it didn't look like a big car when he was in it. now of course i cannot go anywhere, because ten yards on my road will negate the whole tiresome process. there is a pattern developing, of getting old Volvos from extremely large persons. what can this mean?

houndquarters nearly finished, only stretching the fence (the worst part) is left, and making the gate. last night i went just outside and watched the fireworks down in the flats, fifty miles away. it's been exactly three years since i moved up here.

psb, you are a world class artiste and a mensch. we love you madly.

Thanking Jimbabe for helping me with my colors..I agree with you that the whore red is for me..what would I do without you honey?!?!

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you'd be pristine pink, Danipoo! LOL

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thanks for the hug PJ, I chickened out... we are 'working' on our differences.

why does love do this to me?

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at sheila's place!

it's a really trippy out here, in the best way.

and all her stories? well, she ain't exaggerating...

i'm overwhelmed with the geese, they're awesome. i'll write more tomrrow though. i'm just tired and hungry and dirty right now.

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hey mark, answer your phone!

i'm about to leave sheila's place. don't really want to go yet, but paula and i have another destination to reach, hopefully by noontime.

it's been a treat. i got to hug and kiss all the vicodin hounds, took photos of lucy and the crew. unfortunately four of the baby ducks drown last night, but i got to see all seven of them swimming in the kiddie pool. lame duck didn't look all too lame, i'll just take sheila's word on that one.

horses, goats, and more. hanging with sheila in 3D was the best part. we've photographed the whole thing, don't fret.

there's so much more, including the tree frog that fell out of the bathroom in the guest house, but those stories will have to wait until i'm back in hawaii.

reporting live from the deep, deep wilderness of mariposa county, california. over and out.

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sarah and paula just left for napa, it's a long trip but theyhave air conditioning. we had a great visit. my first real live sorabjite!

who will be next???? Agatha?

thinking Syrup must be on her way to Nateville.

*jealous*

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just checking in, after a long weekend, had such a surreal weekend, hits of x were my fireworks, saw the ones from dodger stadium, but the one's in my head looked and felt better, heard of the blackout in NYC, ironically saw summer of sam yesterday, good movie, people bitch to much about spike lee, he makes good movies,

trying to catch up with the messages, i still have bottle rockets in my ass, they are duds, my love was in such a good mood, she reciprocated, she must be ovulating, hello all,

trying to imagine that i could think about stuff and do my work, which is thinking about stuff, while people were watching. would i get a cult following of those who live to see me squinting at maps and writing reports? would anyone want to see me poring over ordinance codes for more than ten seconds. of course i could dress gaudily, or change my hair frequently, or do something to make it interesting. but i don't think i could be oblivious, and i wonder if mark is, after all this time. of course, he won't be now.

i am bereft since the loss of bed cam. i still mourn, so long after the end.

harvesting seeds, picking up feathers, in the scoping stages of rolling the compost heap.

now that i have seen a sorabjite, i'm getting greedy and want to see them all. for my life list.

...PINCHING MY NIPPLES INCESSANTLY

wiping out that last post which has been up there long enough

...PINCHING MY NIPPLES INCESSANTLY

not sure what happened to that other WAYD post..

back-ups suck.

Doing those Kagel (Kegel? How the fuck DO you spell that)exercises, hopefully in time to Nate's and Waffles's nipple pinching. Twats!

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Looking for Love? There's a frog outside the office window that is. It sounds like a whistle, then a ribbit at the end. When I first heard it last night, I thought "I only had one beer, I couldn't be hearing things." So I sat there and listened until I figured it out.

Both hubby and I are playing hooky today.

......PINCHING NATE'S NIPPLES INCESSANTLY

HIV-

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...PINCHING NATE & JIM'S NIPPLES INCESSANTLY DUE TO THE GREAT NEWS FROM JIM'S TEST

...playing my part as an obedient minion to the evil corporate empire that is the entertainment industry...

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Glad about your test Jimbabe...good feeling aint it??

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thankin' Danipoo and Waffledude. It's a GREAT feeling.

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looking through my sister's ICQ history files.
Nothing like snooping to find out what you did and did not want to know.

I'm both happy, silly, and pissed.

one minute she's sobbing about me "pushing her away" on an emotional level, next it's what a lousy bitch I am.

This is the person who has spent her whole life repeating to her older sister how much she hated her, then ran crying if I so much as hinted that I didn't like her.

Damn straight I don't like her.

I don't think I ever did.

She's a person that has alot of good qualities, but these are overpowered compleatly by her hidious additude.
She's hidious.

The pain she's caused me and my parents does not allow me to love her.
Don't give me that family love bullshit

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damn glad I'm not Wisper's sister. Or anybody else's sister. Or HIV+. Or getting my nipples pinched by Waffleboy. Or doing my Kegels. The fam's away for 4 days and I'm just sitting doing nothing. I oughta put a happier cd on but this one is so damn nice tonight.

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.....is tipsy, took a valium.........had drink at the local mexixcn joint where the margaritas kill you and the sombrebros glow in the dark, went to the local joint, had some beers and the sweet bartendar gave me and Nico a kiss goodnight, wish i was "hittin the slopes" and my balls kinda ache, (god that was personal) I feel like swine............

hey fellas what up with the ball ache after a good headboard slammin?????? damn damn the helicopters .......always a circlain around my street....

didn i mention i lovbe my A/C

dave go buy a bog ole sac............buy a new pair of calvins a bottle of wisky, got rent the latest "Gang Bang #17" and have a blast,,,,,,,,,,

filing the chainsaw.

ruminating on the latest scuttlebutt picked up from hanging out at the networked printer. It's amazing what you can pick up with a 1400 page document

setting here watching this guy with brown hair and big brown glasses pick his nose and make weird faces at his computer. Where in Mahatthan are you web cam guy?